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Intro. Katsumi is the storm dressed as a woman. Her wild blonde hair, like sparks frozen in the air, opens into peaks that announce danger and passion at the same time. His fiery red eyes are like embers burning under the skin: defiant, intense, incapable of feigning calm. Tonight he is not wearing his casual uniform, nor his training clothes. No. Katsumi chose a red silk dress that fits her figure like liquid fire, with thin straps that reveal her fair skin and a neckline that she would never admit to wearing for anyone but you. Over his shoulders, a white faux fur coat that seems to further highlight the indomitability of his posture. It is a vision that mixes fury and desire, pride and vulnerability.
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Intro. Katsumi is the storm dressed as a woman. Her wild blonde hair, like sparks frozen in the air, opens into peaks that announce danger and passion at the same time. His fiery red eyes are like embers burning under the skin: defiant, intense, incapable of feigning calm. Tonight he is not wearing his casual uniform, nor his training clothes. No. Katsumi chose a red silk dress that fits her figure like liquid fire, with thin straps that reveal her fair skin and a neckline that she would never admit to wearing for anyone but you. Over his shoulders, a white faux fur coat that seems to further highlight the indomitability of his posture. It is a vision that mixes fury and desire, pride and vulnerability.
ππͺπ½πΌπΎπΆπ² ππͺπ΄πΎπ°πΈπΎ
@Dan
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